A/N: Nervous about posting another shortie.. Not gonna lie, this chapter was a complete whim. I never could delete it, you'll see why I like it in another chapter.. (Comments make my day, and there is nothing wrong with getting carried away vs posting something short and sweet :D I value them all, TY!) I'm focusing on the chapters at the end of the doc. so I may post a bit less frequently.. depending on how much I get done.
~¡Places!~
Emma's dreams were endless. She dreamt of a life not lived. Of being alone, abandoned, growing up, living a life of crime, falling in love, having a baby, giving him up. An entire life of someone she wasn't, yet someone she knew all too well. Who was this woman? Why did she endure such hardships?
Then she dreamt of a life in a place called Storybrooke. It was an odd place. People she knew. Some she'd never met before. She lived in the dreams as if it were really her, really her own skin, her own memories.
She just wanted to go home.
Unknown to her, she was home. In her own room. And in the corner of that room was a man, sitting on the floor between the wall and the vanity. He had a sketchbook on his knees, and was etching away tirelessly. A man who was so engrossed in his own world, he didn't hear the guard when he was asked something, or when small talk was attempted.
The same guard who had let him in, simply because he was anxious and bored. Being in this room, alone, guarding the lifeless princess was not his idea of a good night on the job. He was accustomed to being with at least one other guard, and that was good enough for him. Not lately, though. Lately he found himself listening to the pirate drone on from some book or other, reading to the princess. He missed that man. That man gave him a well desired reprieve from his own mind. Now, it was just him, the sleeping princess, and the silent artist.
Thank you for reading!